Chapter 4

It had been a few days since the incident at Hermoine's house and Harry had refused all visitors. He didn't want to see Hermoine because he just knew he was going to see the same look on her face that is almost always plastered on his uncle's face. The look of complete revulsion. He knew it was a mistake to try and make any friends. A freak like him didn't deserve any friends, at least that is what his uncle tells him all the time. His aunt has tried to curb his uncle's actions and statements towards Harry, but she can only do so much. He confided in his aunt what happened and she wasn't really able to help, other than to tell him that it was an accident and not to be hard on himself. The way his aunt has been towards him lately has been hard to adjust to, but if he was honest with himself, it is what he has always wanted her to be.

He looked up as his door was opened and his aunt Petunia poked her head in.

"You have a visitor," she told him.

"I don't want to see anyone," he said quietly.

"I know Harry," she said gently, "but i think you should see them."

He sighed but agreed and as she stepped out of the way. He looked up as Hermoine walked in, followed by her mother.

"Hi," she said with a smile.

He tried to smile at her , but couldn't get the thoughts of rejection out of his mind.

"Harry," Emma said to him, "why have you been avoiding Hermoine?"

"I was afraid of what she would think of me," he replied looking down.

"Why would you be afraid of that," Hermoine asked curiously.

"Because of what happened at your house," he said without looking up at her.

She looked at her mom before looking back at him.

"The chain breaking wasn't your fault Harry," she told him.

"I know," he said, "I was talking about what happened after that."

"Are you talking about her slowing down in mid-air," Emma asked him.

He didn't look up at them but just nodded his head.

"How would that be your fault," Hermoine asked him?

"Weird things always happen around me," he said.

"Weird like how," Hermoine asked him?

"Er, like things that shouldn't happen," Harry said quickly.

He knew why those things happened, but he couldn't tell them about him being a wizard. Aunt Petunia had told him that muggles, people without magic, were not allowed to know about the existence of magic. She said that there was a law in the magical world against it. When he asked her how her and his uncle were allowed to know she explained that she knew because she was related to his mother Lily, and Vernon knew because he lived with them. They were treated like the parents of what is called muggleborns. When he asked what that was she told him that is what they called someone born with magic to non-magical parents. She told him that his mother was one. He was excited to hear something new about his mother and was thankful that his aunt had told him all of this.

"Are you talking about making things come to you even when you are not near them," Emma asked snapping him back to the present.

He jerked his head up at her question and look at her in amazement.

"How did you know that," he asked cautiously.

"I knew because Hermoine has done that before," she said smiling at him.

He looked at Hermoine astonished at that revelation.

"Do you mean to tell me that your a witch," he asked?

"I'm a what," she asked him looking like he had just insulted her, "how dare you call me such a thing."

He was shocked at the tone in her voice, but before he could say anything, his aunt stepped in the room.

"I believe i can help clear all of this up," she said when when they looked at her, "you see Harry is a wizard."

You could hear a pin drop in the silence that followed that exclamation. They all had different looks on their faces and if you didn't know differently, some would appear really funny.